“Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.”

“History surrounds us. You cannot open your eyes, not in Paris, and see something that wasn't touched by someone long gone. You, maybe, run from your ghosts. Here, they live among us.”

“Oh,that's right. You're a...what did you call it? Ah, a ghost hunter. You don't have to see things to believe them."Adam's gaze locked onto the persecutor's. "Maybe you've got that backward," he said. "Maybe it's just that I believe things you cant see.”

“Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet though you do not see them”

“It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.”

“Snowflake. You catch the snowflake but when you look in your hand you don’t have it no more. Maybe you see this dechado. But before you see it it is gone. If you want to see it you have to see it on its own ground. If you catch it you lose it. And where it goes there is no coming back from. Not even God can bring it back.”